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"What we had, heah,...."
Nov. 14th, 2015 07:54 pm.... was a failyah ta communicate.
First things first: They've named the car. Since it's red, they came up with "Smaug."
That works for me. Among other things, Benedict Cumberbatch, who voices the beast, is a Ginger himself. I'm still advocating for "G-Smaug" to keep my influence in there, plus to clue people that the car's not named "Smog"- but it's theirs and I'll work with it:)
I also acknowledge somewhat misunderstanding the state of affairs at the dealership yesterday. Having never talked to S. about the process, I did not know that the original selection was, well, just a possible thing. It was Smaug that the dealer made a special effort to set aside for them because it was in such good condition. So they're thrilled with it and will have many good years with it.
The tougher miscommunications came later. Emily and Eleanor were both kinda misreading each others' views and cues on a sensitive subject, and it got rather heated for a bit. Eleanor wound up turning in after a long Friday, and Em and I talked through it pretty thoroughly almost past Cinderella time. This morning, there were still some unspoken understandings, and Eleanor left before I was even up- but I noticed she had her computer with her. I guessed she would be taking it to write out her thoughts about the situation, which is exactly what she did. They'll be posted, in time, at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plantmom if you're a friend over there. When she got home, everybody understood what had been misunderstood, and at the risk of a spoiler, I will reveal that her words ended with "It's all good." Which it is:)
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We've been mostly home since then, the three and sometimes four of us, plus their cats, who are just now starting to let me even look at them without either being thwapped at (the grrl) or run away from (the younger boy). Eleanor cooked trout tonight, which was a delicious and visually stunning experience. We've had good tunes on, and there's a Doctor awaiting.
First things first: They've named the car. Since it's red, they came up with "Smaug."
That works for me. Among other things, Benedict Cumberbatch, who voices the beast, is a Ginger himself. I'm still advocating for "G-Smaug" to keep my influence in there, plus to clue people that the car's not named "Smog"- but it's theirs and I'll work with it:)
I also acknowledge somewhat misunderstanding the state of affairs at the dealership yesterday. Having never talked to S. about the process, I did not know that the original selection was, well, just a possible thing. It was Smaug that the dealer made a special effort to set aside for them because it was in such good condition. So they're thrilled with it and will have many good years with it.
The tougher miscommunications came later. Emily and Eleanor were both kinda misreading each others' views and cues on a sensitive subject, and it got rather heated for a bit. Eleanor wound up turning in after a long Friday, and Em and I talked through it pretty thoroughly almost past Cinderella time. This morning, there were still some unspoken understandings, and Eleanor left before I was even up- but I noticed she had her computer with her. I guessed she would be taking it to write out her thoughts about the situation, which is exactly what she did. They'll be posted, in time, at
plantmom if you're a friend over there. When she got home, everybody understood what had been misunderstood, and at the risk of a spoiler, I will reveal that her words ended with "It's all good." Which it is:)----
We've been mostly home since then, the three and sometimes four of us, plus their cats, who are just now starting to let me even look at them without either being thwapped at (the grrl) or run away from (the younger boy). Eleanor cooked trout tonight, which was a delicious and visually stunning experience. We've had good tunes on, and there's a Doctor awaiting.